My friend Denise posted this pic on my Facebook wall yesterday. I happen to love Audrey Hepburn. What a sweet, doe-eyed young woman she was, and, as she aged, she kept that look of innocence about her. I certainly don’t know much about her life, but I know her image. I can hear that sweet high-pitched voice and laugh in my head as I write this. She was tiny, but her spirit seemed gentle and compassionate.
Her first sentence in this quote is “I believe in pink.” Well, what does that mean? Certainly, she wasn’t referring to the fact that she believed the color exists. There had to have been a deeper meaning behind it. This color psychology website says pink means unconditional love and nurturing.
A combination of red and white, pink contains the need for action of red, helping it to achieve the potential for success and insight offered by white. It is the passion and power of red softened with the purity, openness and completeness of white. The deeper the pink, the more passion and energy it exhibits.
I asked my gal pals on Facebook to tell me what pink means to them. There were a few that said it was just a color. My friend Stacey said she thought pink was very feminine, and she really didn’t like it early in her life because she couldn’t really embrace the feminine side of herself. As she grew and did her own work around being a woman, she discovered the power in pink. It has become a power color for her, especially combined with black. I remember her saying once that she had learned to “embrace her inner pink.”
Others stated that pink has become a symbol of breast cancer to them, reminding them of the battles that their friends and loved ones have faced with the disease. Most feel it is a color of honor to those who suffered with it, or they wear it in remembrance of someone dear. In the same line of thinking, the fact that it has become a “marketing” tool for female fashion and products has turned some people off of the color pink. Jennifer said it’s been overdone to the point of ridiculous.
My friends Anne and Karen said they don’t wear much of it because it reminds them of being “little girls”. And, Gretchen even said that she had some bad memories of pink as a little girl because her Mom always dressed her in pink and her sister in Baby Blue. She wanted to wear Baby Blue but was stuck in the “pink.” And, several of my friends said they liked pink for the very same reason that Anne and Karen don’t; it makes them think of being young.
My own journey with pink is similar to my friends’ Elizabeth and Stacey. We all participated in a workshop called Woman Within which has pink as it’s “signature color.” When I first arrived, and I saw all of these women in pink, I thought I had arrived at a Mary Kay convention or something. I wasn’t into the whole pink thing. It seemed girly…weak….babyish. I didn’t change my mind over the weekend. In fact, the first time I staffed one of the weekends and had to wear pink, I went to a thrift store to buy a cheap pink sweater because there was no way I’d wear it anywhere else. But, I’ve found myself beginning to “embrace my inner pink.” A couple of years ago, I bought a purse for spring, I saw this bright pink leather purse that grabbed my attention, and I couldn’t let it go. I HAD to have it. Later, when I thought about it, I couldn’t believe I wanted a big pink purse. How much I had changed over the years! How much I had learned to appreciate the little girl inside of me. I had learned to love her and let her express herself in pink. But, even more than that, I had learned to embrace the woman I had become and allowed….no, begged ……her to wear pink….bright….bold….eye-catching pink. Thanks, Audrey…you “got it” long before I ever did.